Six Months
Our sweet boy is six months old today. Half a year. Half his babyhood. It seems like we just brought him home. Where did the time go?
Henry is developing such a lovely personality, and I thoroughly enjoy watching his quirky little tastes and preferences take shape. He loves putting his hand under running water, drinking out of our glasses, chewing on the end of a beer bottle, playing parachute with a sheet, being tossed in the air, playing with his music box, chewing on noses, and peek-a-boo. His favorite object in the whole world is the Butt Paste tube. He hates having his arms put into sleeves and can't understand why any baby would want to be rocked to sleep.
I came home today to Karl and Henry laughing at each other in the living room. They'd been laughing at each other for an entire hour since Karl got home -- stuff was just plain funny today. I don't think either of us was expecting to enjoy the first months of parenthood this much. Sure, we thought we'd love our kid and all, but we didn't think it would be fun. Maybe we were incredibly lucky and just got the most easygoing, good-natured baby on the block. Or maybe there's some secret magic ever parent feels but no one knows how to describe, so all you hear about are sleepless nights and dirty diapers. We had a pretty good run together before the baby came along, Karl and I (and Izzy). But I'm pretty sure nothing is as good as this:
Happy half birthday to our little man.
Henry is developing such a lovely personality, and I thoroughly enjoy watching his quirky little tastes and preferences take shape. He loves putting his hand under running water, drinking out of our glasses, chewing on the end of a beer bottle, playing parachute with a sheet, being tossed in the air, playing with his music box, chewing on noses, and peek-a-boo. His favorite object in the whole world is the Butt Paste tube. He hates having his arms put into sleeves and can't understand why any baby would want to be rocked to sleep.
I came home today to Karl and Henry laughing at each other in the living room. They'd been laughing at each other for an entire hour since Karl got home -- stuff was just plain funny today. I don't think either of us was expecting to enjoy the first months of parenthood this much. Sure, we thought we'd love our kid and all, but we didn't think it would be fun. Maybe we were incredibly lucky and just got the most easygoing, good-natured baby on the block. Or maybe there's some secret magic ever parent feels but no one knows how to describe, so all you hear about are sleepless nights and dirty diapers. We had a pretty good run together before the baby came along, Karl and I (and Izzy). But I'm pretty sure nothing is as good as this:
Happy half birthday to our little man.
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